Hey everyone, Grace here. This story is in the same universe Mythical Guardians and is honestly helping me inspiration wise. So, they will be going at the same time while Bestial Fusion is getting revamped. Oh, and I don't own the Power Rangers. So, without further ado, here is the Prologue.

Prologue

The sun shone brightly as the dust swirled up a little in the breeze. The small town was bustling with foot traffic as wagons creaked behind the horses that drew them. Many goods were brought through the town as were carriages with rich folk to supply the town with its money. With a town as small as Kaiyna Creek and positioned in a poor spot where very little grew, making them have to import almost all their food. They had some farms on the outer ridges of the canyon they were in but that was it. So, they built a couple saloons with one rivaling on a bordello. They also had another that was more for business while the third was for whatever use. Many people would stop on their way to their destinations for some relaxing or mischief. On one day things changed drastically and the sheriff found himself in a rather odd situation…

An old man leaned down to check the ground as sweat glistened his hardened face. The woman that sent word for him was in hysterics as his deputy tried to soothe her. The sheriff looked up as he readjusted his Stetson and tanned vest before straightening out his belted holster.

"Ma'am," he drawled gently, "you need to calm down. We don't know if this here is your daughter but you can be sure we will do everything in our power to find her." the calmed ever so slightly as another voice huffed,

"Don't be so sure sheriff." The older man turned to see a younger one coming up the rode, his chestnut mare shaking her head to get the flies away. The sheriff studied the newcomer noting of his tousled blonde hair or more windblown with his hat on his back held by a string. His black buttoned up shirt open a bit revealing a bit of his tanned chest as his pants squeaked a bit when he dismounted. His boots kicked up dust when he landed. Another thing the sheriff noticed was the lack of a holster.

"What are you doing up here Ethan?" the deputy grunted. The blonde, Ethan, smirked quaintly as he pointed to the spot the sheriff was standing in front of. The sheriff raised an eyebrow at the younger man before the deputy retorted,

"That explains nothing boy!" Ethan chuckled as he said,

"Struggle… the fight moved over there." The sheriff snorted as he went to investigate and sure enough Ethan was right as he found drag marks in the ground leading into the desert.

"Well I'll be…" murmured the sheriff, "do I want to know how you know that?" Ethan smiled a little as he looked away. The sheriff sighed and rubbed his brow.

"Didn't think so," he sighed. Ethan looked over at the sheriff then to the deputy when he heard him come up to them.

"We should follow them," the deputy suggested. The sheriff gave him a surprised look as he snorted,

"Are you plum crazy! Going out into the desert unprepared will get you dead." Ethan smiled a little but watched the two before looking at the woman from before. She looked him in the eyes then to the deputy and back to him. Ethan was shocked to see fear behind all the worry. He looked at the deputy and hummed to himself before turning toward his horse.

"Where're you going, boy?" the deputy demanded. Ethan looked over his shoulder and pointed to his horse causing the sheriff to smirk lightly. The deputy fumed as he got the message. As Ethan passed the woman she murmured,

"The deputy… something ain't right." Ethan hummed signifying he heard her as he boosted himself up onto the horse, turning her. As he did, he gave the woman a nod as he looked toward the sheriff.

"I'll be in town," he called, "not leaving." The sheriff sighed as the deputy retorted,

"Of course, you won't you damned outlaw. We'd hunt you down faster than a pack of coyotes." Ethan snorted and heeled the horse spurring her on.

"Yeah right, you git," Ethan mumbled as he felt the horse hit her stride. He thought back to the woman and made a mental note to go back to check on her. The path seemed to move along before he was at the saloon frequented. He tied the horse outside before striding in and going up to the bar.

"The usual," he said softly. The barkeep nodded as she set about getting the drink. Ethan watched for a moment before turning to survey the bar. He soon found who he was looking for and thanked the barkeep for the drink as he went over. In the corner of the room sat a young man with pale skin that had signs of either too much sun or too much heat. The man looked up as his shaggy brown hair showed under his Stetson; he too was dressed like Ethan except with a green button up and a brown handkerchief tied around his neck. Ethan nodded at the man as he saw a chair get kicked out toward him. The blonde smiled as he sat down.

"What do ya need, Ethan?" the young man asked softly. Ethan studied him for a moment as he thought back to the woman.

"What ya know of skinwalkers?" Ethan asked softly. The man looked up at him shocked for a moment as he looked around before leaning in.

"That they're rare," the brunette replied, "you'd be more likely to find a possessed human than a skinwalker. Anyways, from what I've heard, skinwalkers take on an animal's form." Ethan nodded as he thought for a moment as he murmured,

"Possessed human, huh? I dunno Britt, the woman up with the sheriff and that uppity deputy seemed to think something was off." The paled skinned man, Britt, gave him a surprised look before masking it.

"Did she now?" Britt mused. Ethan nodded as he took a big drink and set down the cup.

"Was going to check on her later when the deputy wasn't there?" Ethan added, "your more than welcome to join." Britt thought for a moment before nodding as he got up with Ethan following. The two paid for the drinks and left as Ethan added,

"Meet me here and we'll go." Britt nodded as he walked down the walkway towards the barber shop he lived above. Ethan watched the man as a shiver went down his spine. He spun but found nothing. Cataloging the event, Ethan went towards his home. He had a place rented with his sister and he hoped she was home to talk about his musings. He walked in a found it the way he left it earlier. With a sigh, Ethan went about cleaning but stopped when he heard the door close. Without thinking, he spun and pinned someone to the wall. He looked up to see a carbon copy of him looking back at him except a female and her green eyes boring into his blue ones.

"Sorry brother," she smirked, "but I don't shag family." Ethan snorted as he set her down seeing as she was shorter then him. The young woman fixed her ruffled blue collared blouse before straightening her pants. She took off her hat and let her long blonde hair fall onto her back. Ethan shook his head as her boots thudded gently on the floor.

"Eleanor," he began, "you should either dress like a man or woman but dressing like both may get you into a spot of trouble." The woman, Eleanor, smirked as she dropped her pants causing her brother to spin around with his back to her. Eleanor chuckled as she grabbed her floor length tanned skirt as she said,

"You know for my jobs that skirts just get in the way." Ethan turned around to see her belting around the waist and looking up at him. Ethan sighed as he went over to the table and sat down. Eleanor watched curiously as she asked,

"What's got ya'll buffaloed?" Ethan looked at her before looking out the window.

"The deputy," he murmured, "and I ain't confused, just stumped." Eleanor raised an eyebrow before sitting in front of Ethan on the edge of the table.

"Isn't stumped the same as confused," she asked softly, "and what did you do now that got you in trouble with the deputy?" Ethan narrowed his eyes at his sister before looking out the window again.

"Nothing," he replied, "I followed them up to a scene outside old man Wilson's home. His daughter is missing and her ma seemed to think the deputy was off. He completely missed the bloodiest patch of grass." Eleanor raised her eyebrow again as Ethan sighed and mumbled,

"Shifter or walker. Britt is looking into it." Eleanor's eyes widened as she murmured something unintelligible. Ethan smirked a little at his sister as she pulled her gun out of her longer saddle bag.

"And you're sure, brother?" she asked, "because accusing the deputy would be all kinds of stupid." Ethan nodded as he got up and went over to the window. Eleanor followed to see the sheriff riding into town with the deputy not far behind. A shiver coursed through Eleanor when she saw him and for her that meant that she and her brother would be hunting tonight.

"Britt bringing help tonight?" Eleanor asked as she went into one of the back rooms. Ethan went to follow her when a knock resounded on the door. The blonde looked up then back to the room. He saw Eleanor press herself against the wall. Ethan walked over to the door and opened it a crack. He gave off a sharp intake of breath when he saw the deputy on the other side.

"Evening Ethan," the deputy drawled causing Ethan to shiver.

"Evening deputy," Ethan replied, "I was just stepping out for the night, what can I do for ya?" The deputy only smile sending Ethan on alert. As if sensing it, Eleanor moved toward the rear exit of their home. She knew if things went south, she would have to get Britt for Ethan and hoped he brought some of their companions with him. Right as she made it to the back door, she heard the front door slam open and the sound of a scuffle in the front. Looking back once, Eleanor bolted through the back door closing it softly but quickly. She ran down the stairs as her blonde hair billowed behind her. As she ran, she tried to figure out where to find Britt. Stopping to catch her breath, she smiled when she saw the man she was looking for outside of the saloon they often frequented. Eleanor ran up, catching Britt off guard but one look at Eleanor told him all he needed to know or most of it.

"The deputy figure out Ethan knew too much," Britt murmured as he kicked off the wall he was leaning against. He began to walk down the walkway with Eleanor walking faster to keep up.

"He was there," Eleanor breathed, "or I'm guessing he was by my brother's reaction. He said something about old man Wilson's wife suspecting the deputy of being off." Britt looked over and hummed as he opened a door to what looked like an abandoned mill. He looked at Eleanor as she went in before looking around and following. The two went down the stairs but stopped when creaking could be heard above them. Instantly, Britt's two revolvers were in his hands. The creaking stopped when a crashing sound resounded above them as a voice called down.

"You good." The two looked at each other as Britt cautiously went up and poked his head around the corner. He gave a relieved sigh when he saw an exotic man standing in front of a pile of ash, twirling a dagger. The man's hair was pulled up in a half ponytail that was held back with a leather band. His brown eyes scanned the two before going back to their mirth or almost until he realized Eleanor's other half wasn't there.

"Where is…trouble?" asked the man. Both Britt and Eleanor snorted at his name for Ethan as another voice answered,

"Truly in trouble." The three turned to see another young man enter through the door with a gun strapped to his back as his riding boots made little noise on the creaking floor. The man's twill looking pants were tucked into his boots as a dark red buttoned up shirt was tucked into the pants with belted holster strapped to them. He had a dark brown vest buttoned up to the center of his chest with a vee neck collar showing his brown cravat around his neck. His slightly shaggy light brown hair hung limply around his face as his brown eyes scanned the others. He was proud to see their companion not looking too disheveled. As if guessing what he was thinking the exotic man gestured to his lightly pinstriped pants and boots looked fine as did his brown faux leather vest. His gold shirt looked a bit dirty as he pushed up the sleeves and readjusted his fingerless gloves. Neither one wore hats or if they did, did not bring them.

"What did you see, Jack?" Britt asked as Eleanor leaned against the wall as the other man stepped around the pile of ash to stand next to her. The brunette, Jack, sighed as he ran his hand through his hair.

"That deputy carting your brother off," he answered as he looked at Eleanor. She narrowed her eyes as the exotic man barked a small laugh as he snorted,

"That not too hard. Trouble finds trouble more than any of us." Jack snorted at the nickname but Eleanor seemed angry at that. She looked over as Britt put a hand on her arm.

"Careful Taiga," Britt warned, "Eleanor may not look it, but she could kill easier than the rest of us." The gold clad man, Taiga, nodded as he looked at Eleanor. She relaxed a little when she realized it was his way of showing concern. As if coming to a silent understanding, the two turned to the others as Britt explained everything.

"Earlier Ethan had just gotten back into town and came to find me at the saloon. He seemed concerned about something. He saw old man Wilson's wife seemed suspicious of the deputy when her daughter went missing. The first think he thought was a skinwalker but I don't think that is the cause maybe a shifter but not a walker." Eleanor nodded as she added,

"He voiced the same thing to me when I got home and I told him the same thing. He seemed concerned even more so though, he kept looking at the window. I went to the back to get some gear for tonight when the deputy showed up. I hightailed it out of there knowing I needed to get to Britt." The other two nodded as Jack sighed.

"Well tonight it will be just us four and Ethan if he can," Jack commented, "Ava and Zachariah are on jobs right now." The others nodded as Taiga murmured,

"To Wilson's home." The four left their make shift hideout with Jack and Taiga going on their mares and Eleanor riding with Britt. The road shifted a little as Ethan stirred a bit. He went to move but found that he shouldn't as he was draped over the rear of a horse. Trying to clear the grogginess, Ethan shook his head. He tested his hand but found them bound behind his back. The horse stopped and he was thrown off the back. Getting the wind knocked out of him, Ethan looked up to see the deputy looking down at him. He then looked around to find they were at one of the abandoned houses on the border of town. With a grunt, Ethan could sit up but was quickly dragged back into the house to one of the support beams. The deputy tied his chest to it before sitting down across from him. Ethan just watched him not saying a word. The deputy took it as his cue to talk.

"You should have stayed out of it," the deputy smirked. Ethan's eyes narrowed but he still said nothing. The deputy smiled a smile too big for his face. Ethan's eyes widened when he saw the deputy literally peel his face off. Chunks of skin dropped to the floor to reveal a young tanned skinned man with chiseled features. Realization dawned on Ethan as the man laughed.

"The deputy was so easy to assume," the man cackled, "so arrogant, therefore so easy to kill."

"You're the Reaper," Ethan said not breaking eye contact, "now it makes sense why you've never been caught." The man nodded as he turned around and backhanded Ethan for no reason. Ethan grunted as he his ears rung and head pounded.

"Now to make sure you hunters never hunt down me or my boss," Reaper grunted as he pulled out a knife and raised it. Ethan just watched him as he brought his hand down but stopped right before it entered his bare chest. Reaper smiled as he remembered the mother.

"" he smirked, "I think I'm going to warm up with the widow." Ethan's eyes narrowed as the Reaper laughed and placed a cloth in Ethan's mouth before tying it off in the back. Patting his cheek, Reaper laughed and as he turned to leave.

"I'll be seeing you in a bit for some more fun." With that, Reaper walked out leaving Ethan to try and figure out a way to get to the house. He knew the widow would be safe but his sister and Britt would be there if not more. He tested the bonds but found them too tight. Squirming a bit, he tried to loosen it but couldn't. Giving off a frustrated and muffled growl, Ethan almost missed the ghost touch on his hands. Jumping slightly, Ethan looked over his shoulder but saw nothing. He still felt the touch though and it seemed to be fiddling with the bonds. Then everything clicked, this was the Wilson's daughter. Ethan tried to relax for her as a small and pained voice filled the room.

"I've almost got it, mister. Please save my ma, she's all I got left." Soon the bonds on his wrists were gone and he could slip out of the ones around his chest. He looked around the pole to see an extremely battered girl with sparkling eyes. He could tell they were dull at one point but he assumed that when she heard about him butting it, it brought back the fight in her. Ethan nodded as he took the gag out before dropping it on the floor and going around to pick her up. The girl gave a small cry as she began to bleed again. Ethan murmured an apology as he put her in a safe hiding place.

"You keep fighting," he spoke softly, "and I'll make sure your ma gets to you." The girl nodded as she pointed to a crate. Ethan looked over and saw his sister's gun and his knives. With a smile, Ethan strapped them on and ran out the door. Looking around, Ethan found another horse and rode her bareback toward the others. The horses finally slowed as Jack looked at the house before sliding off. He went around and held a hand out for Eleanor who used it for balance, sliding off. Taiga and Britt followed but left the horses untied in case they needed to make a quick getaway.

"This it?" asked Taiga softly. Britt nodded as he looked around and went up to the door with Eleanor following behind him. He gave a soft knock on the door and called through softly,

"Miss Wilson. My name is Britt. I'm a friend of Ethan's." Speaking Ethan's name got the door open with a scared looking woman on the other side. Eleanor's eyes widened as Jack and Taiga took in her appearance. She seemed disheveled from fear or worry, none could tell. She gestured for them to come in with Jack giving one last look behind them before going in.

"We're friends of Ethan's ma'am," Jack stated softly, "he was concerned by what you thought of the deputy and was going to come up to check on you. But unfortunately, something came up." The widow's eyes widened as she looked out the window causing both Britt and Taiga to look as well.

"He is off," the widow murmured, "at the scene with the sheriff, he seemed to know more than he let on. When Ethan showed up, he seemed thrown off." Jack nodded and looked at Eleanor who looked down.

"Ethan's got a way with people that generally does that," Jack commented softly. His line of sight still had Britt and Taiga looking out the window.

"Something don't feel right," Britt commented softly. Taiga nodded as he turned to the widow.

"You need to go to town," Taiga commanded gently, "go to Anna's saloon and you will be safe." The widow's eyes widened as Britt cursed under his breath and went out the door. Taiga soon followed leaving Jack and Eleanor to make sure the widow left. She was soon on her way out the back and down a different path to town. Jack looked back at Eleanor who had two hunting knives in her hands. He shook his head as she gave him an angelic smile.

"Don't want to know, woman," he murmured causing her to giggle. The two were cut short by a gunshot and a shout. Running through the house and out the front, Jack and Eleanor saw Taiga standing in front of Britt who seemed to be nursing a bullet wound to the shoulder. What surprised them was the newcomer or they thought a newcomer until they noticed the deputy's clothes.

"Shifter," ground out Britt as he grabbed his gun and stood up shakily. Jack reached back for his gun but the shifter was faster. He tackled Jack to the ground sending his gun skittering away from him. Eleanor growled and swung the knives in an intricate arc, nearly decapitating the shifter. That gave Jack time to push him off and get his gun. Leveling it at the shifter, Jack looked at him then at Taiga behind him.

"Where is Ethan?" Jack demanded. Eleanor stood her ground behind him, twirling her knives a bit as Taiga readied another knife. The shifter smiled and cackled as he stood up.

"Right where I left him," he sneered, "if he's a good boy, I may spare him but then again he will most likely fight back if he finds out I killed ya'll." Britt watched for a moment before the man looked between the two groups, charging he and Taiga. Taiga barely had time to get them out of the way before the man spun on them. The shifter howled as a bullet tore through his shoulder causing him to spin around. He unfortunately never heard Eleanor come up as she rammed one of her knives through his chest. The shifter sputtered blood before laughing hysterically as red light shown around him. Eleanor's eyes widened as she backed up or tried to but the shifter grabbed ahold of her wrist. Having dropped one of her knives in shock, leaving her with the one in her captured wrist.

"You don't know the service you've done, woman," the shifter growled as he pulled her closer. Eleanor stiffened up as the shifter sniffed her.

"You smell like the boy," he sneered, "must be related. Then I will be starting with you but once my mistress comes to this plane. You see she needed emotion, lots of it and you've given me the last of it." Eleanor's eyes widened as she tugged her wrist but all that caused was for him to tighten his grip causing a cracking sound to be heard. A shudder coursed through Eleanor as a scream escaped her lips and the light grew brighter. She could feel nothing, absolutely nothing! Her body seemed frozen in spot as tears pricked her eyes, she felt like she was going to die. The shifter's cackles, that she vaguely heard, turned into a blood curdling shriek as Eleanor was lifted off the ground and spirited away. She looked up to see Taiga sit her on the ground with one of her hunting knives a bloody mess and the hand that was attached to her wrist being thrown off to the side. Taiga looked back as Jack and Britt covered the two.

"You okay?" Taiga asked softly. All Eleanor could do was nod and nurse her now broken wrist as the red light grew brighter until a voice shouted,

"Getting rid of his head will get rid of the emotions he carries." The four looked up to see Ethan looking beat up but riding fast toward the shifter. Jack and Britt shared a look as they fired at the shifter, eliciting a laugh from him. And that was how his face remained when his head was sent rolling on the ground. Ethan looked down but the light never faded. A sweet laugh filled the area as a figure emerged from the light. What stood before them looked like no creature they had ever seen. The creature had deer like hind quarters for legs like a satyr but her upper body was human with hair covering everything including her bust. Her face was beautiful with small antlers sticking out the top of her head. Her icy blue eyes burned into them causing all five to shudder. The creature laughed revealing her serrated teeth. Once noticing the teeth is when the group noticed her clawed hands and the fact her fur looked spiny over hairy. A twinkling laugh filled the area as the creature cooed,

"I will commend you humans for stopping me almost entirely. I can't leave this wretched place now without the seal being all the way broken. But I suppose I can take it out on you." With that she charged causing everyone to scatter. She lunged at Ethan but Jack pushed him out of the way. She pinned Jack to the side of the house by his throat as she finished,

"But I will leave you with this, you all may survive but know that your future generations must fight this fight if you should beat me. No one else but them." Jack growled as he brought his knee up into the creature's gut causing her to let go. He had no time to dodge before he was thrown back. The wind flew out of him as his back hit the nearest tree. Jack shook his head to try and clear but found it too rattled. Another growl echoed through the area as Ethan descended on her with his hatchets his sister had grabbed for him. With precision Jack had seen multiple times but still awed over, Ethan hacked at the creature causing her to yowl in pain. She went to backhand Ethan but was met with Taiga's blade in her arm. Ethan and Taiga soon worked together against her while Britt and Eleanor moved Jack out of the way. The creature growled and flung the two back.

"Enough of these games," she growled, "it ends now!"

A growl echoed throughout the room as a brunette ran her hand through her shoulder length hair. She leaned back in her chair staring at the old book in front of her. She wondered what this old book had to do with her recurring dreams. Once reading it she found out perfectly; someone was trying to tell her something. A groan escaped her lips as her brow crinkled from the coming headache. She needed to know the rest of the story; she needed to know more about what she was supposed to do. Standing up, the woman yelped when she saw tired dark brown eyes staring back at her. Her normally tan skin seemed to lose some of its shine and she figured it was time to retreat for a bit. The woman packed up her satchel, making sure to hide the book. She figured she would come back to it tomorrow but for now, she needed to rest.

"Canna!" a deep voice called. The woman looked up as white smile gleamed in the sunlight.

"Coming Atlas," the young woman, Canna, hollered back as she made her way out of her huge office area. As she left; she failed to notice some of the older artifacts, from when she found the book, glowing.

So, tell me what ya think? This was fun to write. There will be an OC contest but it will be in the next chapter seeing as this one is already long enough. Concrit is always welcome! So, until next, Bye!